The Warner sun. (Warner, Brown Co., Dakota [S.D.]) 1885-1???, 1887-11-25

to gather fowers?"
Eyes"
"What do they do with them?"
"Jen makes bouquets and sells 'em,
and Joe leases NE, and spells my
flowers, and pulls my hair"
eff l caught him at it once he
wouldn't do it again in a hurryI"
Dorothy laughed.
ayes, he would" she said. 'Hs's
been licked lots before"
Cecil laughed merrily at her sharp
ness.
GLOW old are YOU. Dorrie2" he ask.
ed.
eight next Friday"
"What do you thinkyou will get for
your birthday"
The little one sighed.
"Slaps," she said.
"Slapsl Who will slap your t.t
"Aunt Jen." w ..0. .ssg.sH.
q 81 didn't mean that, though. Don't
you expect any p~resents?" s
The child shook her head.
"Tm too little to get presents" she
answered mournfully. ~ at.sr..-
az suppose Aunt Jen tells you that.
Do you love her, Dorrie?"
81 guess not. She is cross, and I
don't like cross people,"
"Say, Dorothy, l think I'll come
and seeyout6.morrow; at your house,
| mean. You live next to the shoe
makers, don't your"
Yes"
"Well then, I'll come. Will you be
glad?" s sa--
ayes, if Jen don't see you"
"Why, will Jen send me away?"
Dorothy lifted her head and Fixed
her big eyes on his face. .a... "
"Shell mash you," she said solemn
ly:
That was too muchl Cecil laughed
until the tears rolled down his cheeks.
''Then I'll take care not to let Jen
see me-" he said, when he could speak.
"Oh, dear!" said Dorothy, sudden
ly. ats gettin' dark"
Cecil drew out his watch.
"Why, it's after 4 o'clock" he ex-
claimed. 81 must go now, Dorrie."
'After 4 o'clock! Oh. dear, what
shall ] do? Jen said be home at 4
o'clock sharpl She has GOT to make
the flowers into punches for tonight.
Oh, dear"
evil she scold your"
al suppose so. Oh, dear!'
Don't cry, Dorrie, I'll tell you what
/ shall do. Til get on Fancy and
take your flowers home, and tell them
spilled the others. / can go quickly,
you know"
Dorothy was delighted. She watched
the boy ride away with q brighter
look in her brown eyes. Now she
could have some supper.
"What a funny little thing she isl'
unused Cecil, as he rode along. "And
so smart, too. / am sure they ill treat
her. Poor Dorothyl / shall bring
Aunt Agatha to see her tomorrow"
When be reached the dirty little
cottage, Dorothy's home, Jen was
standing at the gate looking up and
down the street anxiously. Shs was
a tall girl, a little younger than Cecil,
with heavy black hair, bold black
eyes, and a coarse though rather pref
ty face. As Cecil turned the corner
she called sharply to some one in the
house:
"Mother, she is nowhere in sight,
"What a slow pokel" exclaimed a
woman's harsh voice, and the next
moment Aunt Jen, looking dirty and
~slovenly, appeared at the door.
Cecil refined in his horse and lifted
his hatpolitely.
II suppose" he said, "this is Mrs.
Wilson,"
''Yes," was the somewhat astonish-
ed reply. 81 am Mrs. Wilson"
Aunt Jen did not often have such
visitors.
II have come to bring Dorothy's
flowers to her cousin. My naughty
Fancy" stroking his pony fondly,
clicked over her pailful and | have
been helping her gather some more
That is why she is so late. Please do
not scold her, 1t was all my fault
and Faney's."
"Of course, we won't scold the child
If it was not her fault" said Jen's
mother.
ssThanks-so good of you" said
Jen, as she received her flowers.
dorothy Is so careless"
Indeed" Cecil replied quickly, at
was not at all her fault. Let me bear
all the blame"
"Jen laughed.
ono one need be blamed" she said.
"Wont you come in?"
"Thank you, / cannot. Here comes
Dorothy. Well, little one, your flow
sers arassafe, and SO are you. No one
need dare scold you. II they do, just
let me know. Good-by."
When he arrived home he had herd
Nv time to dress for the fair which was
to be held in q church in the town.
He was to be q waiter, and must, Of
course, bc there early. On the way,
Cecil amused his aunt with an account
of little Dorothy. and gained her
promise to accompany him on the
next day.
perhaps she wissi be here to night
thought the eager boy, and when thsy
arrived at the church he watched care
fnilv for Il plimnsa OF his little friend.